The class was silent, as the Teacher slowly scraped the chalk against the board.
It was only natural for us to be silent. We had no other option. That was the price for choosing the Predator Course.
I, for one, wasn't going to give up without a fight. I had every intention of becoming a great predator and moving up the ladder in the world.
I'm sure most of my class-mates had that goal in mind; That was why we were quiet.

"Alright now students, I'm glad to see that more than three-quarters of your batch seems fine after a month.", The Teacher turned and began to speaking casually, "Its genuinely impressive. It really gives me hope that at least half of you could be great predators one day."

The class didn't respond verbally, but we could all feel a sense of pride from her words; It wasn't everyday that a Professional Predator complimented us.

"Now, last class, I had just finished discussing the methods of dislocating your jaw; Ms. Estina?"

My head perked up, "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Would you mind listing out the types of Predators classifications when considering how they dislocate their jaws?"

I swallowed softly, as I moved to stand up. I knew the answer. It wasn't hard. My fear was making a stupid mistake. After all, stupid mistakes only led to one place...
"There are... 3 types; Natural Predators who were born with the ability to naturally split thier jaw and stretch it using specific muscles. The second are, Surgical Predators who undergo either a transplantation surgery or a chemical-cosmetic surgery to have their bodies mimic Natural Predators. This particular type of predator has declined in recent years due to the the Third major kind; Mechanical Predators who use mechanical, cyborg-esque augmentations on their bodies to mimic or, in some cases, surpass Natural predators. The development of mechanics and technology over the years have made Mechanical Predation techniques very popular for those who manage to obtain a Predator Degree. There are a few other unique methods, but MBP hasn't classified them as official methods because they haven't yet attained wide-spread use, although a few are promising."

Our Teacher nodded, turning to write down the types on the board before drawing a simple diagram of a Natural predator skull, "Hm-mm. Very Good, Ms. Estina. Please sit. Now, Mr. Veenta, could you give a few examples of these unique methods-"

A loud crash from the door, caused us all to turn towards it, where we saw, a short, exhausted looking girl panting at it. The Teacher's face twisted in irritation, "Ms. Jones! What is the meaning of this?"
The Girl, Ethel Jones, swallowed a few times, "I... I was... stuck... in... traffic..."
I remember how pathetic she looked with that excuse. She seemed to think she'd be pardoned because of it; She'd have been better off just not showing up today. She obviously hadn't learned the golden rule of the Predator Course; Any Excuse is a Reason to Eat.

The Teacher didn't even bother listening to the rest of Ethel's excuse. She moved quickly, grabbing Ethel and shoved her into her mouth, and swallowed her in seconds.
I watched in gleeful arousal, as my competition decreased, and Teacher's belly ballooned outward to accommodate Ethel. It was a beautifully sensuous moment; The Jaw splitting apart, before wrapping around the girl, then the arms moving forward to push her inside, deeper and deeper, then the throat just sucked her in, pulling her deep into the belly, which stretched effortlessly, spinning the girl into a comfortable position with practiced ease and grace.

It was less than 10 seconds. That was how good our Teacher was.
I was practically swooning, and I wasn't the only one. It was a beautiful sight. I'm sure Ethel, would have been happy in some way, to end up as such a beautiful meal.

I could hear our Teacher sigh sadly, as her shirt rode up, over her beautiful, squirming belly as she adjusted it softly, "...Gonna need to work off this weight later..."
Then she cleared her throat and walked back to the board. Each gentle step was punctuated with a soft gurgle as Ethel was reduced to soft mush.

Blob~

Glug~

Glorg~

Oh, It was moment to die for.

She scribbled on the board for a second before turning around, with a confident smile on her face, "Now, that was a demonstration of a natural Predator. We'll discuss the other types tomorrow but for now, let's move onto precautions..."

***

Gosh, its been a while since I posted something here...

A Vore-Teacher, is a cliche situation, but let's face it; Its a pretty fun one too. I'd love to be a Predatory teacher.
I know that a bunch of people are a bit squeamish about Children as a Prey (I, personally, don't mind it), which is why I did set this up in a College-like situation, rather than a school.
This was also inspired by CG320 's pictures on a "Stuffing Classroom". They were very amusing to me and I wanted to do something similar to them!

This isn't my best picture because it was kinda rushed and I was kinda getting back to the swing of things.
I don't dislike it, but I know I could have done better. I did enjoy writing the story tho. I might consider expanding on it some day.
I think the next ones will be much better.

Ah, but I'm so glad to be back.

Until the Next!
S.V.

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